Boom!
The moment the phantom swords Yuantu and Abi appeared, a terrifying aura born from the primordial source of slaughter!
It was like an invisible boulder, crushing the last shred of hope in the hearts of every Jialie clansman in the hall!
The savage grin on Jialie Bi's face froze completely, turning into unending fear and horror!
He had no thought of resisting. The moment those two swords appeared:
A chill rose from the depths of his consciousness.
His soul! His body!
Every part of him rejected those two swords.
An overwhelming sense of imminent death surged through him!
He wanted to scream, to order his clansmen to attack, to run away.
But it was as if an icy hand had clamped around his throat. Not a sound escaped!
His body felt as if it were filled with lead. Even moving a finger became impossibly difficult!
It was an absolute awe and shuddering fear, rising from the depths of his soul, before a higher law of slaughter!
"Hum... hum..."
The twin swords rang softly, like whispers from the Grim Reaper.
In the next instant, under the horrified gazes of everyone present, the red and gray sword phantoms moved!
They didn't simply thrust or slash. Instead, they became two streaks of light too swift for the naked eye to follow!
A streak of blood-red light swept past, conjuring the illusory spectacle of a blood sea churning across the heavens.
Countless vengeful spirits wailed, their cries drilling straight into the mind!
A streak of ashen light followed a soundless path of annihilation, seeming to devour all light and life.
Where it passed, even the air turned dead and cold!
Fast! Fast beyond measure!
Faster than thought, faster than reflexes!
No one could react. Beneath that icy killing intent,
their minds went blank, and they lost all ability to move!
No one could see the swords' trajectories. They couldn't even make out an afterimage!
They heard only:
"Pfft!"
"Shhk!"
"Shing!"
The muffled sounds of blades slicing flesh, breaking bone, and piercing bodies.
Mixed with brief, shrill screams that twisted into unnatural pitches, they rang through the entire hall like a sudden storm!
Blood blossoms burst open and splattered through the brightly lit hall like bewitching red plum flowers!
One figure after another—whether powerful elders or elite guards—
even the collateral clansmen at the edges, trying to flee, were helpless before those two streaks of death.
They were no sturdier than toys made of paper!
Where the Yuantu Sword passed, life was severed and souls annihilated!
Where the Abi Sword passed, all things fell silent and vanished into nothingness!
There was no resistance, no struggle, not even a process!
It seemed to happen in an instant, and yet as if a century had passed.
When those soul-freezing streaks of swordlight, like weary birds returning to their nests,
flew back to Lin Chen and hovered quietly beside him, still spotless:
The once clamorous hall fell into absolute, deathly silence!
The thick stench of blood hung in the air like something solid, assaulting the senses and turning the stomach.
As far as the eye could see, not a single figure remained standing!
The floor, the walls, the pillars...
Corpses lay everywhere, sprawled in every imaginable posture!
Some had a tiny red mark between their brows, their eyes vacant;
some had their hearts pierced, terror still etched across their faces;
not one of them had managed to put up even the slightest resistance...
In the brief span of a breath or two, the Jialie Clan's hundred-plus core fighters
had been slaughtered to the last!
Like stalks of grain reaped by an invisible scythe!
Only Jialie Bi had been left until the end.
He slumped on the floor, his crotch soaked with warm, foul-smelling urine, but he didn't even notice.
His eyes were vacant, his face streaked with tears and snot.
His mouth gaped unconsciously, letting out a breathy "Hh... hh..."
What had he seen?
Hell! A demon god! The strength of the clan he had spent his life building and taken such pride in—
wiped out in a single encounter?!
That was power no human could possess!
"Ah!!!"
At last, sheer terror shattered his reason. He let out a piercing scream that sounded nothing like a human voice.
He scrambled to his feet, then crawled backward on all fours.
He didn't stop until his back struck the cold wall and there was nowhere left to retreat:
"Impossible! How could this happen? How could anyone have such power?!"
"How could you be a Da Dou Shi? How could you only be a Da Dou Shi?!"
"Why?! Who are you?!"
"What grudge does my Jialie Clan have against you?! What did we ever do to you?!"
"Why wipe out my entire clan?!"
"Answer me!!"
Jialie Bi shrieked like a madman, his voice shrill and grating.
It brimmed with despair and bewilderment.
He desperately searched his memories, but couldn't find a single enemy who matched the terrifying fiend before him.
Lin Chen slowly walked closer, his steps squelching through the sticky pool of blood with a faint "squelch."
To Jialie Bi, the sound was the Grim Reaper tolling his funeral bell.
He stopped in front of Jialie Bi and looked down at the utterly broken clan leader!
His gaze beneath the hood was so cold it held not a trace of feeling.
"There is a grudge between us."
His hoarse voice rang out, edged with faint mockery:
"But that's not what matters most."
He slowly raised a hand. The Yuantu Sword Shadow settled into his palm like a docile pet,
its blade flickering with crimson killing light.
"What matters is..."
Lin Chen's voice was so calm it chilled the heart:
"I want you all dead."
"And as it happens, I can make that happen."
The instant the words fell, the blood-red swordlight flashed softly.
"Shing!"
Jialie Bi's frantic screams cut off abruptly.
His head shot into the air, his face frozen in the utmost terror, bewilderment, and unwillingness to accept his fate.
His headless body crashed to the ground, splashing blood everywhere.
Jialie Bi, head of the Jialie Clan, was dead!
Lin Chen didn't spare the corpse a glance. He drew a deep breath.
To him, the dense stench of blood was the sweetest of fragrances.
He stood where he was, arms slightly outstretched, and circulated the Blood Scripture at full force!
"Hum!"
An incredibly terrifying force of devouring erupted around him!
The hundred-plus corpses on the ground, whole or mutilated,
shriveled at a visible pace!
Vast rivers of blood-colored energy and countless twisted, translucent souls
surged in from every direction, converging like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea and pouring madly into Lin Chen!
An ordinary Da Dou Shi would have burst under such an immense and chaotic flood of energy!
But the Blood Scripture had long since tempered Lin Chen's meridians until they were incomparably resilient.
His dantian was like a bottomless abyss, greedily devouring everything!
Energy poured in, compressed, and refined in a frenzy!
Boom!
The barrier of the Eight-Star Great Dou Master realm was like paper. It shattered in an instant!
Nine-Star Great Dou Master!
But that was far from the end! The immense energy continued pouring in!
The Dou Qi in his sea of energy trembled violently, beginning to undergo a dramatic transformation!
The Dou Qi surged together and compressed as the Dou Crystal began to evolve.
It grew denser and more translucent, with mysterious blood-red patterns emerging across its surface!
Within it, a tiny space seemed to open, capable of storing even more boundless Dou Qi!
Dou Ling!
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